Saiyan hamar VIDHAYAK hain

Wed, 03 Sep 2025 19:42:25 +0000

"Tum mujhe bhool gayi thi? Main toh har raat tumhare wajood mein doobta tha... Apne haathon se tumhe marne ka intezaar karta tha... Aur subah tumhe fir se chahne lagta tha."

His fingers slid beneath the hem of her blouse, a feather-light touch that ignited fire across her skin. Just a graze. Just enough to send shivers racing down her spine, her breath catching in her throat like a trapped bird. She gasped, her voice a broken whisper in the suffocating silence of the night.

"Bolo na... ab bhi lagta hai ki yeh paap hai?" "Ya yeh woh saza hai... jisme hum dono roz marte hain?"

And then-he kissed her. It wasn't soft. It wasn't kind. It was a kiss of punishment, raw and devouring, born from hunger that clawed at the soul. Of memories that refused to die, festering like open wounds in the dark. His teeth sank into her bottom lip, sharp and unrelenting, drawing a moan that tasted of salt and iron-blood blooming on her tongue like a forbidden rose. The metallic tang mixed with the heat of his mouth, pulling her deeper into the abyss.

"Tum meri thi. Tum meri ho. Aur jis din kisi aur ki banogi na... usse main maar dunga."

His voice was a growl against her skin, hot breath fanning over her neck like a predator's promise.

"Khair ab to tumne sabak seekh hi lia ki mujhse pyar karne ka nateeja kya hota hai, to kya kehna chahati ho apni barbadi pe!"

And then he laughed-like a maniac, the sound echoing through the shadows, chilling her to the bone even as it set her veins ablaze.

"Shadi mubarak ho, chand ki chandani!"

And just like that-he vanished again into the mist of the ghat, dissolving like smoke from a dying fire. A phantom lover, leaving nothing but echoes.

Her lips throbbed, swollen and bruised, a crimson reminder of his claim. And her soul... bleeding, aching for more. But in the silence that followed, a whisper stirred in her mind: Was this love? Or the beginning of her end?